Mr. Mo shook his head and raised his bottle. “Never going to happen.”
Chapter 28
Molly
“I need my own fucking caution tape, ChoCho.” Molly held her hands up in front of her, about a foot apart. “Caution: extra salty. Or ‘approach with caution, salty bitch ahead.’”
Cleo laughed. “Just sit there and decorate your cookies.”
Molly narrowed her eyes, but picked up the piping bag full of hot pink frosting. “You’re not the boss of me.”
“I don’t wanna hear your complaints. You’re staying here where I can see you so you don’t go out and sabotage your relationship.”
“What makes you think I’d sabotage my relationship?”
Picking up the black frosting, Cleo arched an eyebrow.
“Okay, fine. I admit, I did scroll through the one-night-stands in my phone. It did cross my mind to go find someone who didn’t come with a side of sibling drama to make me feel better for an afternoon.”
“But?”
Molly shrugged, taking the bag of black from Cleo. “The idea of hurting him, or leaving him made my teeth hurt.”
“Why do you need black? Let me see your cookies!”
Molly spun her tray of cookies around. She’d iced her cock-cookies off-white, with a little cum spraying from the tip. She’d drawn a hand wrapped around it, with hot pink nails and underneath the hand – across the balls – she’d writtenLick the Dick.
Cleo laughed. “Who are those even for?”
Molly picked one up, still wet, and took an oversized bite from the tip. “Can’t I eat my own cock-ies? Mmmmm. Great cock.”
“I’m very proud of you.” Cleo had opted for a tray of inclusive cookies. She had peach-colored dicks, various shades of brown and black, arranged in a circle on her pan.
“I might still fuck up.” In fact, it was her greatest fear.
Cleo added a smiley face to the head of one of her cookies before shaking sprinkles over the balls. “We all do sometimes. A smart woman once told me that fear makes us do some crazy shit.”
Molly’s phone rang on the table in front of her. “Unknown. No thanks.”
“Answer it – what if it’s someone at ESPN and someone bailed on their internship.”
Molly’s stomach flipped, but she swiped the screen to answer. “Hello?”
A cookie slipped off the edge of the table, hit her thigh – frosting side down – and splatted on the floor. “Damnit. There’s a cock-ie on the floor. Don’t step on it.”
Cleo smothered her giggles and shook her head, pointing to the phone.
Shit. Not a good impression to make if it was ESPN on the other end. “Hello?”
“Uh… hello? Is that Molly Morrison?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“It seems I’ve caught you at a bad time.” The woman on the other end of the phone giggled. “But my name is Tracie, I’m calling from the Minnesota Wild’s office.”
Molly’s stomach clenched, and her ears rang. “Huh?”
The woman made another polite laughing sound. “Finn gave me a call. O’Brien. He asked if we had any positions open for internships here at the Wild.”
